Arlene's bubbly smile falters slightly at Saretha's blunt observation. She calls it advice, but a nagging, nasty part of Arlene knows that it's the truth, that this woman would know enough to call it accurately. She hates that, and a shadow falls over her features for a second before she laughs.

"Trying too hard? What do you mean by that?" she asks, setting her wine glass on a nearby table to fidget with one of the bangles on her gloved wrist.